I slowly made my way with John to the main gates of the zoo. We were holding hands gently because neither of us really wanted to know what would happen next. I pondered on what John and I had just witnessed and what might lie in the future. All I know is that Bobo had passed away from pneumonia and that Mr. Pignati just dropped over dead over Bobo. “Lorraine, I am taking you to the bus stop because I think we should go home and get away from here. This is too much for the both of us,” John said, quietly guiding me to the gates. “Are you coming with me,” I asked John, with tears in my eyes because he was right, it is too much for us. John, who actually looked serious, replied “I guess I will ride the bus to your stop to make sure you get home safely, then I am going home. …show more content…
His name was Mr. Pignati, anyways. Mr. Pignati is dead.” My mom got up from the table and came over to me, gripping my shoulders. She said, “What did you do to him? Don’t you know I don’t have money for a funeral or to pay his family back? I need you to do the laundry. There is also food in the kitchen that I got yesterday from the old man I had to go watch.” “I didn’t do anything directly to him. I don’t know what the paramedics are going to do to him. We won’t have to pay for a funeral. He doesn’t even have a family,” I said. Changing the subject I added, “Besides, I am not hungry.” “Well, I have errands I need to get done. I will be back by 7:30. Lock the doors and don’t open it for anyone. Also, do not leave,” my mom said as she was going out the doors I went to my room and thought about all the events that I had witnessed today. Mr. Pignati died at a place that he loved, by the cage of his deceased best friend. I knew what John and I needed to do, we needed to write some kind of book about the Pigman, to commemorate him. Just then, the phone rang and I knew it was John, so I got up and answered
The next morning I woke up, washed my White gown on the washboard, and walked with John to see my sister. I talked to Lizzie for about an hour. The Jail let us take her to a park nearby and talk to her, John had went into town to run a few errands, and that when Lizzie told me everything.
Geologist John Mitchell is credited with first devising the idea of a black hole. He said that if some force could compress the sun down to an small enough size, it would have a gravitational field so strong, that one would need to be going faster than the speed of light to escape it (UTFC). All objects in the universe have what is called a schwarzschild radius. An object’s schwarzschild radius is the radius that an object would have to be compressed into in order to have an escape velocity greater than that of the speed of light, or a black hole. (VSBH). Using the earth as an example, if the entire earth was compressed to the size of a peanut, it would become a black hole (VSBH). Earth would then have a gravitational field so strong that not even light could escape it. However there is no known force that can compress earth down to such a small size.
Anderson, Craig. “The Twin Paradox.” College of the Redwoods, Spring 1999. Web. 22 July 2010.
Space has been mesmerizing humans since the beginning of time; from the fascinated star-gazing child to the great minds of Plato, Aristotle, and Galileo. Space contains countless mysteries. One of these mysteries is black holes. As far as information about space goes, scientists know a moderate amount of information about black holes. Scientists know how black holes are made, how they affect objects around them, and how to spot them in space.
“Goodmorning sweetheart,” my mom was in a very happy mood. I turned to face to her. Before I could say good morning she said “Are you okay?” I replied back, “ Don’t worry It's just because I stayed up doing lots of homework last
The women went inside the boy’s room, and saw him laid on the bed, crying and sobbing. When the boy realized she had just come in, he took out a huge brown packet from under his bed and showed it to his mother. “In it, is money, lots of money, and I am going to run away and make a fortune more.” Suddenly, he stood up, wiped of his tears, and rushed downstairs with it. His mother followed him. He took almost all of the bread that the family had, and rushed to the door. As he was going out the door, his mother laid her hand on him. “I will let you go, only because your father is no use to me. You are the only hope.”
I finally convince myself that I can not let go of John because I never took the chances I had to tell him that he was special to me. He died earlier than anyone thought he would, and I knew him. This was supposed to happen to other people, but it is happening to me.
Black holes are the result of the death of a massive star, leaving behind a dense remnant core that eventually collapses to create a gravitational force so strong that nothing, including light, can escape the force. The theory that black holes existed started back in the early 1900s and since then astronomers and scientists have been trying to get a better understanding of them. This phenomenon has been a working progress for astronomers and scientists for many years and as we develop a better understanding of our solar system, the more likely it is to make a significant discovery that can answer some of the most difficult questions about our incredible galaxy and solar system. The more information we are able to acquire about our universe, the more questions we might be able to answer about our existence. With advancements in technology we may be able to see some significant discoveries and insights into the world of black holes.
We only visited my mother once-a year, but I had always helped out by cooking some of the evening meals. Now, I had high hopes this kitchen exchange had been a fluke, but when Mom's hovering continued, I solved MY problem by fixing dinner during Mom's nap time. I didn't discuss what had happened with my family, but the following Sunday while my mother was in church, I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. "Hurry!" my son's voice echoed down the hallway.
Finally, she made it home. “Sorry I am late I got held at work.” She said. My mother ran her own clock which was always behind schedule. She thanked her six children for that. My mother always wanted a big family so had six children which the first three were from her previous marriage. She later divorced and remarried then had three more children. That afternoon I noticed she struggled to get off her enormous truck. It was probably her physical rounder body frame or working a double shift that made her incapable to get off her vehicle quickly. I’m sure being a nurse is hard work physically and mental. As she walked towards me I admired her style, her normal hair up in a bun and her unmatched scrubs. She wore a red mickey mouse top and some lime green pants. She didn’t mind others opinion because for her there were far greater things in life. As she got near me she hugged and
“Let’s go mudding!” Exclaimed my fiancé Chris, as we piled into his big, muddy, white truck. The day before, it rained most of the evening. Priming the grounds for optimal fun. Excitement filled my body, as we made our way out to the mud hole. “You ready baby?” Asked Chris, with a cheeky grin. “I was born ready!” I replied smiling back. As we pull up to the field, I feel my heart start racing in anticipation. Once grass filled acres of land, showing signs we haven’t been the only one here today. Tire tracks, and big holes leading us out to the field where the real fun resides. As we turn the bend, the mud holes and hills are everywhere! I look at Chris and Smile, and off we go! Flying through the pond like puddles, throwing thick gritty
I was looking at the pigs from a distance. The second I looked away I heard the scream. I ran up to see if John was ok. I opened the door to see if John was ok. He was standing in the room with a big smile on his face.
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
She was a perfect mom. When I was a little girl, mom seemed not to like something. Mom always gave me and my big brother delicious parts of food like strawberries, melons, and fried chicken drumsticks first, so we asked her if you don’t like that kinds of delicious parts. She answered no all the time; we couldn’t understand how people didn’t like fried drumsticks. At that moment young, naive, and trusting as I was, I believed that she said, but who didn’t like that? Of course, we didn’t believe her lies any more when we grew up enough to understand, but her highest priority was always us. She always said “I’m feeling full and satisfied every time I see you are eating something delicious. It’s totally true. Every mom does that.” Afterwards we needed to declare her that we wouldn’t eat if she didn’t eat first, or beg her not to make us ungrateful children. On the other hand, she was a good listener. When I was old enough to go to preschool, we moved into a new town. On the way to move, I saw some preschool that caught my fancy in a car. So mom took me over to the preschool next day....
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...